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Prologue
"This is seven one-four,I'm in position over" A SPARTAN III outfitted with Mjolinr armor, which was colored a fine almost snow white, with a rather fitting crimson red detail, Recon and Jump Jet shoulder pads,and a sky blue visored Scout helmate announced over the comm.
"Copy seven one-four,you have the target in sight?" A raspy male voice called over the comm. in reply.
"Affermitive" The SPARTAN,A.K.A. S714 ansewered.
"Hold for my command..." Another mans voice said over the radio.
The target was a fusion coil,a device that somehow would be concidered an electricity supplier and detonated upon impact with bullets,shrapnel,plasma ect., set up approximatly one thousand two-hundred and sixty yards away in a large building. The Orbital Defence and Protection building to be exact,a place once booming with workers,ONI officials,and other teir one then the Covenant came,and the halls,instead of having workers running to and fro,had blood and plasma burns all over. Desks were overturned, bodies and weapons were everywhere. The place looked almost like hell, and there was no doubt that this place had to be destroyed,for there was a huge cache of intel...And explosives. This shot was not an easy one to make for just anyone. But Sierra seven one-four wasn't just 'anyone'.
"Fire!" the mans voice called,and not a split second later, Sierra seven one-four shot the rifle. The weapon had one hell of a recoil, maybe because of the .50 caliber high volocity,armor piercing round it fired,but if it was enough to drop a zealot in one shot it would surley be enough to detonate the fusion coil,which just so happened to be sitting over a large E.O.D. area. (Explosive,Ordinance,Disposal)
The bullet was thrown from the rifle with tremendous force, if one was to look at it in slow motion, they would see that it shot out with a spiral. This, of coarse, was to give the bullet more accuracy. Time seemed to slow down, the golden yellow bullet flew down the street with rapid breakneck speed, but also right on target. Then, it happened. The bullet cut through a sheet of concrete like butter, and struck its target. The coil flashed a quick red before detonating the estimate of two metric tons of explosive ordinance below it.
Seven one-four's POV
'It worked...Yorks plan actually worked.' I can't help but smile at the thought. The building that was half-intact only moments ago was now reduced to a burning pile of rubble. I pick up my rifle and announce on my comm. "Target destroyed."
Suddenly, a sharp pain shoots through my body, I try and scream but all that comes out is blood. I fall to the ground and turn to my side to look up. Staring back at me are the souless, evil, beady, eyes of an Elite Sanghellie. He had used his energy dagger, not sword on me, but still even that was enough to bring me down. I start to fade, and all I hear before I pass out is that Elite bastard laughing, and York calling me over the comm.
So...This is my first story well the start of it anyways, how was it? and should I continue?